Lorne could see Sheppard’s face reflected in the computer screen; he watched him scoff. “May I remind you that this is my body, and you are a guest.”

Teyla’s head was killing her.

She knew what was happening, but it was impossible. Like suddenly knowing, The sun won’t rise in the morning. Gravity doesn’t work. The Wraith don’t mean any harm…

Bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded—John Sheppard at bat.

Life throws John curveballs; will he step up to the plate?

It was our city first. We lived and loved and died here. A tour of Atlantis.

Rodney crossed his arms under his breasts. “Well, this is stupid. And typical. Both my opportunities for hot gay sex and hot heterosexual sex are ruined!”

“Does it bother you that we do not speak the same language?” (TRIN WROTE ME RODNEY/TEYLA FOR OUR FRIENDIVERSARY. THIS IS WHY SHE IS MY FAVOURITE)

He works hard, erasing the failure of the old John, turning himself almost overnight into a whole new person.

Sam thinks up a more fitting punishment for McKay after ‘48 Hours.’

Sheppard shrugged off the reference. “Are you any good?”

Sheppard shrugged off the reference. “Are you any good?”

Los Angeles, 1996. A young actor named Joe is about to tie the knot when his old friend Rob blows into town for one last crazy night…

If McKay were snippier (which, frustratingly, he’s not) he’d say something like, “Why do you think, John?” drawing out his name the way he does, sending through John’s spine shivers of rage and something incalculable.

He is so weak. To want this, to let himself have it. Disgusting.

There was a reporter in the limo with them.

Scenes from another evolution. (This is better than cake omg)

They tied the blindfold tight around the back of Teyla’s head.

A binary star is a stellar system consisting of two stars orbiting around their center of mass. For each star, the other is its companion star.

Rodney contemplates chicken, John is a connoisseur, and vengeance is, unexpectedly, sweet. I love Trin, I do.